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• I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in '
  I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die
  I think there be six Richmonds in the field. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc....
• Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...